Volume 2: What It Was Like
Cynthia:
what a way to die
beside a man whose face i do not see
every night
as his calm hands rove my body
likened to tiny spiders
ready to draw webs
of uncanny wrath which i never knew he owned
he is somewhere now i know
she graces his thoughts
then, now, always
Danny:
what a way to die
beside a woman whose face i do not know
every morning
as i cupped her face with my steady hands
like holding diamonds
drowning, forever drowning in its pricelessness
smiling in her sleep
i know she dreams of adventures
and probably, i fear, of that other doctor
then, now, always
Cynthia: Where was the man I married?
Danny: Who is this woman I married?
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